Taking Back Control Novel Grace And Antonio Novels & Stories

Everything was lined up perfectly. Nico took a slow breath, trying to settle the knot twisting in his stomach. Antonio wasn't the kind of man you walked away from alive--not unless you made damn sure he couldn't reach you afterward. If all went according to plan, by the end of the night, Antonio would be out of the picture for good. But then, there was Luna. She wasn't the reason Nico started down this road, but she had become the strongest reason to see it through. Every stolen glance and quiet exchange had worn down his defenses, making it that much easier to keep his promise to his grandfather and restore the Romano family's legacy.

Flo Romano died the night she ran away. For six years, she has lived as Antonia—a skilled hacker with no past, no family, and no intention of ever looking back. Until she walks into a six-month mafia recruitment program and finds herself surrounded by the DeLuca brothers. Raffaele is the ruthless Don who can't stand her defiance. Giovanni is the broken enforcer who never thought he'd feel desire again. And Theo is the brilliant hacker who finds her impossible to resist. They were never supposed to want the same woman. They have never shared a woman. But somehow, they all want her. Then a powerful Sicilian Don sets his sights on her too. Four dangerous men. On

“Ah, yes. The child. The reason my son has become weak.” Luca’s knuckles turned white around the headset. “You come near her, and I swear—” “You’ll what?” Antonio interrupted. “You’ve already lost control, Luca. You built your empire on loyalty and lies. Now, I will rebuild it on truth—and blood.” Cassandra stepped forward, voice sharp. “You won’t touch them, Antonio.” Antonio’s tone darkened instantly. “Ah, Cassandra. I should’ve known you’d crawl out of the ashes. How fitting, the ghost returns to protect the living.”

I walked back to the window, looking out at the city skyline. "You made a mistake, brother," I whispered to the empty room. "You thought bringing her here would break me. But you just gave me the key to your destruction." I wasn't going there to save Grace. Not anymore. I was going there to burn Sebastian’s empire to the ground, and I would use Grace as the match to light the fire.

My grumpy, powerful, untouchable uncle. Life had a sick sense of humor. I straightened my jacket, eyes hard now. Tonight wasn’t about guilt…..Or Camille……Or my failures as a lover or as a father. Tonight was about Elena. I didn’t care who stood in my way. Not my past…..Not my uncle…..Not even the mask she’d be wearing. One way or another….. I was winning her back.

Alaric I never chose Elena Frost as my mate. Three years ago, when I officially took control of the Ashbourne Pack, my authority was still being tested. Power alone wasn’t enough. The elders watched every of my decision, allied packs measured my stability, and my enemies were lurking, waiting for a single misstep. An Alpha without a Luna was a flaw in the hierarchy—an imbalance that could never be respected. That was when my grandmother stepped in—ending the discussion before it become a debate.

On the night I helped Antonio take down Oldshore's largest casino, he dropped to one knee and promised me, "Valentina, as long as I'm around, no one in Oldshore's underworld will touch you." It was the same promise and the same protection. Yet now, they were meant for Silvia. Meanwhile, I, the one he had once cherished above all else, had become the danger he needed to guard against. Just then, footsteps approached. I quickly closed my eyes, pretending I had just woken. "You're awake," said Antonio. "I sent someone to check. It was the Montezaran you crippled at the casino last time." He came to the bedside, dropped a folder onto the bed, and added, "If you sign this settlement, they'll give

And it seemed to make Grace forget that she was the current head wife of the Alfonzo family. At this moment, her face turned serious. Her gaze was frighteningly cold, like a sharp blade. Grace was shocked and took a step back. Lillian took a step forward and approached her, “What do you want to do?” “I, I just want to get justice for my daughter.” Grace was so frightened by Lillian that she began to stutter. “What do you mean?” Lillian asked again. “If it wasn’t for my daughter, would you have been able to settle the internal trifle of the Alfonzo family so quickly? Now, the Alfonzo family has been peaceful, have you forgotten her contribution? Have you erased everything about her? You are u

All I desired was for Antonio to acquiesce, to see the value in providing Chiara with an education and embracing the idea of utilizing the funds for her schooling. Unexpectedly, a mischievous smile crept across Antonio's face, and he retorted, "Well, I must admit, your sneakiness possesses a certain charm. If you insist on stealing glances at me, the least you could do is leave a tip or perhaps write a love letter. It's only fair!" His words washed over me, drenching me in a wave of embarrassment and self-consciousness, leaving me momentarily at a loss for words.

Chapter Six: Choose Me The suitcase wheels click hollowly across the tile. Grace hears it before she sees her. The front door swings wide, and her mother steps into the foyer in a cloud of perfume and European silk, sunglasses still on though the hall is shaded. She calls out, singsong and bright, “I’m back!” Julian appears before Grace can move. He kisses her mother’s cheek politely, quickly, and Grace watches from the top of the stairs, stomach twisted in cold coils.